40 Plus [No Longer Casanova]

 

I used to care about getting laid
would work on it, like I was being paid
would shave my face, wash my hair
cleaned the place
carried condoms everywhere

I played the game like a Playboy star
didn't need the red sports car
went for a drink, or dinner date
if they could think
I'd be up till really late

Now out of the blue, I couldn't care
don't even bother to buy new wear
some who can vote or recall the past
pop a note
hoping I still can last

But truly now, I couldn't care
wouldn't bother, even if it were a dare
They all have tits and show their nips
Truly now, I couldn't care
even with their tattoos on hips

When the room was candle lit
the bath rose-pettled, and my were arms fit
I'd buy some toys for a special drawer
and read them poetry,
Just like, a man whore

I used to care about getting laid
I played the game like a Playboy star
now out of the blue, I couldn't care
But truly now, I couldn't care
When the room was candle lit


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